Daytime, the city is a canary cage of numbered
flutes; bright motes mark the beat. It's a deep grove,
parallel fugues of brick and cement, ensemble of seashells,
assemblage of viscera, a geometric discourse.
Daytime, the city is a canary cage of numbered
flutes; bright motes mark the beat. It's a deep grove,
parallel fugues of brick and cement, ensemble of seashells,
assemblage of viscera, a geometric discourse.